Xavier (Grease) POV
This was madness.
Men in this building.
"How did they manage to get in?" I asked Demetri after he hung up, and we discussed what we knew so far before heading to the ground-floor room where they were holding the two men.
"We will find out. Don't worry, our team is good." We walked out, guards in front and behind us, headed to the lift, and waited impatiently. We wanted answers fast; we couldn't go home until we'd sorted everything here. An early night was out of the question now.
The room was out back, one of the old metal fridge storage rooms, no longer in use because the refrigerator unit needed repair and was waiting for parts; it had metal walls and was impossible to break out of. One way in, one way out, and four guards at the door.
"Report," Demetri ordered
